Diary #5
Diary #5
From: [email protected]
Subject: uncomfortable situations
Dear Lennox,
Having a hot AF fivesome the night before our last trek of the journey… Amazing! But not the smartest move.
One, I’m sore as hell, and riding my bike for several hours while my ass feels like it was ripped open by an anaconda is not pleasant.
Second, all I can think about is when we can do it again. Not great when you’re riding, heading into enemy territory.
So basically, I’m fucked, just not in the way I want.
Logistics aside… Holy hell. Mindblown!
Now I know why you’re always so happy.
And horny.
And willing to push Slade’s buttons.
How does that work on a tour bus? Are you sharing with the others, or do you have it just for the four of you? If so, I bet the entire time you’re traveling from one location to the next, you’re being fucked every way to Sunday.
I’m laughing at the blush I imagine you having and how you’re changing my curse words in your head. Shit. Damn. Fuck.
Sorry, had to. You understand.
What’s past dick drunk? Cumatosed? Poisoning? Ooh, maybe that’s it. I’ve been dick poisoned!
Doubtful they can pump my stomach for this, though.
Unless… Maybe I can convince Maddox I need him to pump my stomach with his dick. Worth a shot!
Yes, I know this letter is all over the place. Welcome to my brain the morning after incredible sex.
Love,
Darcie